Witch Secret Demon, a Ghost Type King-level Pet Beast and Bao Wuwu's King-level form. Logically, its beard should have been yellow, but this one's was white. Was it because it was too old, or because it was a Variant Pet Beast...? Qiao Sang instinctively began pondering.
If it was a Variant Pet Beast, it might have methods beyond just the Ghost Type...
When the young man saw that the girl in the distance did not answer, his expression shifted uncertainly. After a moment, he finally laughed in anger and said:
"Attack!"
Aside from Witch Secret Demon, Dream Ghoul, Sharp Fang Dragon, and Arrow Blade Swallow King all mobilized their energy almost simultaneously.
Everyone looked up at the sky, their hearts heavy as they began discussing among themselves:
"Should we go up and help?"
"Are you crazy? You're only a C-rank Pet Tamer. He's A-rank!"
"This isn't about whether we should help. Look at us—do we even have the ability? We can barely handle these Wild Pet Beasts."
"I think all the Emperor-level Pet Beasts have been taken away. I wonder what rank that Pet Tamer who stayed behind is. She won't be in trouble, will she?"
An elderly man with graying hair, dressed in a black martial arts uniform, stepped forward. Looking up at the sky, he said with imposing dignity:
"She risked her life to expose their evil deeds and reveal the truth to us. How can we simply stand by? I've tamed Pet Beasts all my life for the sake of upholding justice. I don't have many days left anyway. Rather than let this man succeed in his scheme and absorb our negative energy and Death Qi, I'd rather fight him to the death!"
His gaze was firm, his expression resolute, carrying a trace of determination and tragic